Life of a Prophet

The Sovereign Lord has given me an instructed tongue, to know the word that sustains the weary. He wakens me morning by morning, wakens my ear to listen like one being taught. The Sovereign Lord has opened my ears, and I have not been rebellious; I have not drawn back. I offered my back to those who beat me, my cheeks to those who pulled out my beard; I did not hide my face from mocking and spitting. Because the Sovereign Lord helps me, I will not be disgraced. Therefore have I set my face like flint, and I know I will not be put to shame. He who vindicates me is near. Who then will bring charges against me? Let us face each other! Who is my accuser? Let him confront me! It is the Sovereign Lord who helps me. Who is he that will condemn me? They will all wear out like a garment; the moths will eat them up. [Isaiah 50:4-9 NIV]

Jesus, teach me how to skillfully speak to those who tire of living. May my words turn grey to light and give life to those who dispare of it. Each morning, wake me into the wonder of listening -- teach me your ways. Let me sit at your feet each morning to learn who to care for and lead your people. And when trouble comes, give me courage to stand my ground -- to offer myself defiantly to those who want to harm me, and not turn away from the ones who want to humiliate me. Teach me to be stone faced and determined because I can feel your presence. You will stick up for me like a big brother. Bring it on! Let those who want a peice of me come and get it because the Lord is my backup. Their own condemnation will wear them down. They will decay in their own hatred and injustice.